Musings by The Poet Loriet

Miss Thing

Misinterpreted
Misunderstood
Mis-Led
Minute Mistakes
Made Mighty
Like Minute Rice
Swelling With Liquid
Mis-Appropriated Emotion
Missiles Mis-Fired
You Missed The Point
Made Tiger's Blood
Into A Snocone Flavor
Broke Off A Piece Of Me
By Cutting Along The Dotted Lines
I Tore Easily
Because I Was Paper-Thin
And Transparent To You
I Let You In The Front Door
But You Mis-Stepped
Mistook Me
For A Welcome Mat
But Something Here's Amiss
Because Even After All That
I Still Miss You.


Lori Beal


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